I knew I looked good. Young but sexy, I was getting admiring glances from quite a few males, both my age and even some full grown men.[1]Nick again tu...ned towards me as we sat on the driveway of my house and leant towards me to give me a goodnight kiss, again he obviously had no other intention than that, but again I pushed things, grabbing his neck and pulling him to me, opening my mouth as I kissed him, tongue forcing its way into his mouth. Nick hesitated at first but eventually responded to. And they both slept on their hand with their backs together. Slowly the train picked speed. They both fell asleep, and half way through Ravi rolled to other side, sleeping on his right side.Now, it was as though their ass were fighting with each other for space in the small berth, and with this neel in half sleep turned and now his flat tummy was sticking on Ravi’s snoopy back. As a natural instinct, Neel who was finding hard to get space for his hand had moved it across the Ravi, kinda hugging. Said he had a friend who worked there a few years back. Told Vic all about the place. What to expect. The whole scenario. What intrigued Vic about the place was the payoff. Vic knew it was going to be a trade off. His normal life as a young married man with a bright future ahead of him. Not so much of a future after he had lost his job at the bank. Sandy was devastated about Vic losing his job. Sandy worked part time as a photographer. Free-lance doing weddings and such. They were going to. Maybe that’s enough.The steady clink of bottles against wood and the tap of fingers on a keyboard offered neither answers nor solace. Only more questions.“We’re living a cliché right now, aren’t we?”“Beer, cow on the grill, and Bordeaux in a decanter? Yeah, I’m afraid so. I assume there’ll be whiskey and cigars later? We don’t have to watch stag flicks, do we?”“Whiskey, certainly. I have much more interesting things to drink, but why not live the bachelor night trope to the hilt? If I had a.